Here comes some more thread jacking.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, I enjoyed the sport of pocket billiards. I enjoyed it so much that I did a lot of traveling to seek out someone that could give me lessons to sharpen my game. Although those people were hard to find, I occasionally paid tuition to learn new things. I called my pool cue "hot lips". She is in a closet somewhere and my Wife has suggested that I get rid of her. It is hard to forget your first true love and I expect I will keep her back there in the closet.
Last edited by Dave Davidson1; 10/07/08 05:52 AM.
It's not about the fish. It's about the pond. Take care of the pond and the fish will be fine. PB subscriber since before it was in color.
Without a sense of urgency, Nothing ever gets done.
Boy, if I say "sic em", you'd better look for something to bite. Sam Shelley Rancher and Farmer Muleshoe Texas 1892-1985 RIP
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